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Chapter 12

~Justin

What Gabe said about us being stepbrothers makes me wonder if maybe I do remind him of his brother. To me, us being stepbrothers doesn"t mean a thing. We only just met. So why would it make a difference to him?

Since we fucked, Gabe has been more standoffish, not that he was friendly before. That"s just fine with me. I wasn"t hoping for a repeat performance. I don"t know why I wanted to do it with him at all, why he gets to me.

But since I"m living here now, it"s hard not to think about what happened. Whenever I manage to fall sleep, I end up dreaming that Gabe is coming into my room, taking off my clothes, exploring my body, fucking me slow and deep, like I belong to him.

While I"m sorting through the junk mail, I"m trying to put that kind of thing out of my head. But when I see ads with half naked men, I can"t help thinking how I haven"t seen Gabe naked. Not that I"m dying to, I just...

Fay texts and I"m glad for the distraction. She was a high school friend, and she has kept in touch with me even while I"ve barely been communicating with anyone.

Fay has been trying to get me a job for a while, now at least I can tell her I have one. She sounds like she doesn"t believe me, thinks I"m just trying to get her off my back. So I tell her I"m working for my stepbrother and where I"m staying.

Now she wants to take me out for lunch and hear all about it. Since I want to get out of here, I say, "Why the hell not."

I was going to meet up with her, but Fay insists on picking me up at Gabe"s. It"s so she can get a look at the place. I let her come up. I figure Gabe will probably be in his office anyway.

But then he just happens to come out when she arrives, and I have to introduce them. I don"t know why it makes me feel weird. He"s just my stepbrother and my boss. The guy I have weird dreams about and who fucked me on top of a hill. But it"s not like Fay can read my mind.

"So you like working for him," Fay says as we go down in the elevator.

"Do I?" Everything I do seems pretty pointless, all these little chores that anyone can do for themselves. Then I think how I"m doing them for Gabe. I don"t know why that should matter. He could hire anyone to do what I do and they would be better at it. "I can"t like taking care of some rich guy. That"s stupid," I tell her.

"I don"t know. You"re doing better. You don"t look so beaten down," she says as she peers at me.

"That"s just because I have a job. Any job. It keeps me busy. That"s all."

"I think it"s more than that but I"m not prying." She switches to talking about what she"s been up to and keeps that going all through lunch. As we are finishing up, she invites me to go to a party later that week. I say I"ll think about it, but I won"t.

At the end of it, I"m thinking that it wasn"t a bad lunch and it made me feel kind of normal to go out with one of my friends. That doesn"t mean I"ll be going to any parties though.

When I get back to the penthouse, Gabe is in the living room, doing something on his phone. He doesn"t look up from it as he says, "You two seem close." I don"t know where he gets that idea. He barely saw us together for a minute when Fay picked me up.

"Kind of," I tell him, but that was true only for my first year in high school when we actually hung out, before everything went to hell. It was only through Fay"s perseverance that I can still call her a friend.

"So she"s an ex girlfriend?" Gabe says. Where is he getting these ideas?

"No. Just a friend," I say but I feel like he"s interrogating me. "What if she was a girlfriend?"

"None of my business," Gabe says but his eyes are sharp, like he doesn"t mean it.

"Is it a problem that she came here to pick me up?" I ask.

"It"s fine," he says and heads to his office.

"Good. I might be going to a party later this week," I tell him though I wasn"t even considering it.

Gabe stops and turns. "Won"t that be when you"re off work anyway? You don"t need to inform me," he says but he"s still wearing that look like he doesn"t want to share me or something. But that can"t be it. I"m just imagining things.

Once Gabe goes to his office, I want to keep myself busy so I don"t obsess about the meaning of every word and look from him. Instead of ordering dinner, I decide to cook something.

He cares about eating about as much as I do, so I shouldn"t bother. I would skip every meal, but I"m supposed to make Gabe"s life better or something. And that means he needs to eat even if he doesn"t want to.

Later on, as I"m setting the table, I hear him in his office, and it sounds like he"s discussing some high stakes business deal, throwing around scary dollar amounts and growling at whoever is on the other end.

His tone makes me feel like I should tiptoe around so I don"t disturb him. When it gets quiet in his office, I go to the door and ask him, "Are you ready for dinner?"

"Did you cook?" he asks. "I thought I heard and smelled something cooking."

"It"s just spaghetti and sauce, but the sauce isn"t the cheap stuff and the parmesan was pricey so it shouldn"t be that bad," I say with a shrug.

"I"m sure it will taste good," he says.

When Gabe comes into the dining room, he raises an eyebrow at the table set for two, but doesn"t comment on it. I don"t know why I set a place for me. It"s not like I want to eat with him. I just did it out of some kind of defiance.

As I sit, I say, "Hope you don"t mind eating with the help."

"We"ve eaten together before," Gabe says like he knows I"m just baiting him. "But speaking of your position here, maybe you would like an official title. You can be my butler if you want."

He"s mocking me. I"m like the least butlery person in the world. But now I"m wondering what will happen to me when Gabe doesn"t need me any more.

Gabe will get rid of me pretty soon. He doesn"t care about anything I do. That"s clear from the way he lets me decide what to order in and buy. He definitely doesn"t care about food, though he"s eating a full plate of the spaghetti I made.

He"s almost done when he stops, looks stricken and quickly gets up and goes out on the terrace. I follow him and find him leaning on the railing and breathing too hard.

"What is it? It"s not the food?" I ask.

He shakes his head. "I just got hit by a memory of Derrick. When he was little, only a toddler, he was eating spaghetti with his hands. He was making an unholy mess of himself. Then he tried to feed me a fistful of spaghetti. He was kind of unhappy when I wouldn"t let him."

"Sorry," I say. "I wish I had made something else. But that"s not a bad memory."

"They all hurt," he says, and I know what he means. I feel like I don"t have any happy memories. The good ones just hurt in a different way from the bad ones.

I try to push them all away and end up staring at the skyline as it dims. Gabe is glaring at the darkening horizon, and I start to feel the chill of the evening. Between bad memories I"m trying to hold back and the cold, I can"t help shivering and he notices.

"We better go inside. You"re freezing," he says.

"I"m not," I say but he takes my arm to lead me in.

Now my shivering is worse from his touch and I hope he doesn"t notice. Closing the door behind us, Gabe suddenly turns his full attention on me. As he stands too close, I lean against the glass door and notice his masculine scent and the power of his body, and realize I feel that I"m at his mercy. I should be scared, and I am, but an undercurrent of excitement runs through the fear, like I want him to do something to me.

What"s wrong with me? Before I was chilled, but now I"m too warm. The way Gabe is eyeing me doesn"t help to bring down the temperature. His eyes are hooded, lethal, but I keep staring into them. Then my eyes drop to his mouth, and he moves on me, kisses me, presses me against the glass.

While his tongue is probing my mouth, he"s unbuttoning my fly. Without thinking or meaning to, I"m sucking on his tongue, moaning into his mouth.

Pulling away, Gabe unzips his fly as his feral eyes bore into mine. "Do I even need to ask you if you want to suck my cock?" His voice is a growl as he orders me, "Get on your knees."

I let myself slide down the glass and grip his thighs for support. His muscles are like steel under his jeans. His body heat is coming through them and I"m leaning forward, tasting him, feeling him grip the top of my head, tilt it back so he can slide in.

My mouth is watering at the sensation. I"m moaning and sucking him down even deeper. I was never happy I could deep throat until now.

"Such a slut," he says and I just keep sucking, taking him in over and over.

I never wanted to be good at this, only for it to be over, but now all of a sudden I want to slow it down, make Gabe crazy. He doesn"t let me. He takes charge and takes my mouth at his own pace. With a firm grip on my head he pushes down my throat then eases out. He"s almost gentle about it but he"s too big, stretching me to the limit.

What he"s doing almost makes me black out and all I can think is how much I want him to fuck me. He pulls out, pulls me to my feet roughly and I get scared that he doesn"t want me. That he"s done with me.

Instead he tells me, "Strip."

With a relieved shudder, I rush to take off my clothes but then slow down. If he wants them off faster, he can rip them off me. I wish he would, but he just watches, his eyes burning trails across my flesh as I reveal it all to him including how shamelessly hard I am for him.

Now I"m naked in front of the glass door and he only has his jeans standing open. I move to unbutton his shirt and he grabs my wrists. "I"ve been a good boy," I tell him in a rasping voice.

"Have you?" he says like he doesn"t agree but lets go of my wrists.

I unbutton his shirt slowly and let his cock brush against mine. Dizzy with how turned on I am, I barely even think about the fact that the glass door leaves us exposed, maybe I even like that.

After I slide the shirt off Gabe"s broad shoulders, I get a look at his chiseled body. I can"t stop touching his chest, running my hands over the muscles of his arms and the ridges of his abs.

My hands move lower and I push his jeans and boxers down his thighs. I kneel down again and lick up the length of his cock. Every inch of him is amazing and I suck as long as he lets me.

Then Gabe lifts my chin up and tells me, "I"m going to fuck you where everyone can see. Get on your feet."

I stand up and Gabe takes me by the hips and turns me around. Positioning my hands on the glass of the door, he kicks my feet apart. Then he tells me, "Stay like that."

I do and only get more aroused by my own mindless obedience. Gabe comes back and spreads my ass cheeks so he can push a wet, slick finger inside me.

He"s lubing me, fingering me and it feels incredible. The more fingers he shoves in, the better it feels until it"s too much, bringing me too close to coming, then he stops. The next thing to invade my hole is even bigger and better.

Slicked up, his cock is still hard to take but Gabe doesn"t let up until his body is flush against mine. He pulls out and I moan. Holding off on plunging in again, he tells me, "Push back on it."

I do it with a groan but Gabe takes over and slams in the rest of the way. As he hammers me with deliberate, hard strokes, I feel a weird mixture of suffering and satisfaction. Each time he grunts, it feels like praise.

As his cock is plowing me, mine stands straight out. It whips into me at each thrust and I know I"m going to come all over that glass. But I don"t want to come too soon. I want to come with Gabe. I want him to follow me over the edge.

When he starts hammering me fast, I can"t hold back any more. I"m yelling his name, splattering the glass and squeezing his cock with no mercy. As Gabe comes too, I just keep cursing knowing he"s coming inside me and loving it.

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